The one where I wax lyrical over the moon

It is late. It's cold out, and the moon is casting a beautiful silvery light into my room. Occasionally, clouds scud across the sky, casting their night shadow on the walls.

I love the night sky.

I love taking late night walks in the winter though our village. There are no street lights here, and on a clear night, the sky is just incredible.

I love the night sky so much, that there are seven different pictures of the moon decorating my bedroom.

Tonight, the blinds are staying up. I will fall asleep dreaming of the stars.